Page 8 of Illinois Innkeeper
“Don’t worry about my head,” she whispers. Giving me a sly smile, she adds, “The only thing on me that aches is down here.”
The surprised chuckle bursts out of me when she uses her hand to indicate her swollen lower lips. Not wanting to torture either of us any longer than necessary, I say, “I’ll bet I can take care of that.”
With those cocky words, I move down and begin devouring her sweet pussy.
8
MIRANDA
Graham’s tongue is magic. That’s the only possible explanation for the bliss he is creating between my legs. Liquid warmth spreads throughout my body as I shamelessly buck my hips up into his skillful mouth.
He has my lower lips parted, and I’m quaking beneath his touch. He’s driving me mad, and I don’t even care. I just want more. I need all of him. I’ll gladly take anything he will give me.
I tremble with need as pleasure begins swirling deep in my belly. His tongue flicks my clit, then slides down my slit to thrust inside me. My fists ball and grip handfuls of the overly bleached bed sheet.
My body is wound so tight, it feels like the slightest trigger will detonate a massive internal explosion. As much as I want this anticipation to last, I also want to let go. I turn my head from side to side, fighting the urge to release.
This time when Graham resumes stroking my clit, we make eye contact. His eyes are filled with desire, and––even though I know it can’t possibly be true––it appears that they are also shining with love.
That warm, loving look is all it takes to start the spiral within me. Unable to hold back any longer, my gaze rolls back to the ceiling as my breath begins coming in frantic pants and my heart nearly pounds out of my chest.
Graham reaches up to clasp one of my hands, without stopping the glorious sweeping strokes of his tongue. I squeeze his hand and buck my hips.
He pauses just long enough to say, “That’s it, baby. Come undone for me.”
When his tongue begins circling my aching nub, I have no other choice but to obey his request. My toes curl and my entire body tenses and pulses as wave after wave of searing-hot pleasure surges through me.
I’m still shuddering with blissful aftershocks when Graham moves up my body. At some point he removed his underwear because I feel the velvety, hot tip of his cock nudging my opening.
My mouth falls open at how good that simple touch feels. I’ll probably completely lose my mind when he glides all the way inside me.
He’s gazing down at me as if I am the most magnificent being he’s ever encountered, so I notice the moment his expression darkens.
Lifting my palm to cup his cheek, I ask, “What’s wrong?”
He pulls back slightly, and I immediately miss his intimate touch. His voice is quiet, but clear when he says, “I don’t have a condom.”
“Oh,” I say, sounding just as disappointed as I feel. Brightening when I remember, I add, “I’m on the birth control pill.”
He gives me a slightly confused look, so I rush on to explain. “It’s to regulate my periods. I haven’t been intimate with anyone in longer than I care to admit.”
“Same.” He chuckles.
A shiver of happiness tingles through my body at his admission that he hasn’t slept with anyone lately. I suspected that was the case, but am glad to have verbal confirmation of it.
We live in a small town, so I was fairly certain I’d have heard about any of his flings, but it’s always possible for something to avoid the infamous grapevine––especially with his easy access to out-of-towners at the inn.
“So, we’re good to move forward?” he asks with hope visible in his gaze.
“Full steam ahead,” I grin and nod to back up my answer.
Once he has permission, he doesn’t hesitate for a moment. He instantly lines us up and slides inside me.
My eyes open wide at the wonderful invasion. All of the lighthearted levity from a moment ago, evaporates as passion takes the wheel.
I wrap my arms and legs tight around him as he soaks deep inside me. We stay frozen like that for several long moments. I’ve never felt so close to anyone––physically or emotionally. It’s truly like we have combined ourselves into one being. Our quick breaths are even synchronized.
As wonderful as it is being fully connected to him, my body begins demanding movement. It craves the delicious friction that will be created when Graham begins moving in and out of me.
